Lost in thought
Far away, when the stitches settle
Grant me one more twist
Open line tô the tensile mind
But it's a stretch
Tô try and make it better
Break me, bit by bit
Soft! What light?
Illuminate that I will never, I will never learn
End of my wits
Pausing there, on the second stair
I can't forget
I will never, I will never learn
Frankly sick of myself
Reach out, hold my hand
Oh reach out for
I can hardly stand
Tô watch
Reach out, trace your hands
Along my lines
I can hardly stand
Tô watch
Long since lockеd
Far away, in the citadel
Safely dеrelict
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